I couldn’t get used to being handcuffed.  It made me so claustrophobic to have my hands bound, especially when they were behind my back.  But the quieter and more cooperative I was, the quicker they’d take the damn things off, so I kept my head down and my mouth shut as the two guards walked…

Note: I’ll post all of the pieces in one continuous story on its own page under the DRIFT tab, where this novella will live forever more 🙂  I hope you love it! The sky was clear and cloudless, the sun naked as I left the market, canvas grocery bags heavy in my fingers. Instead of…